'When you are small there is no protection from shame, and now that you are older your attempts to keep the unsafe out cost you more then you can imagine. We need to breath in the direction of danger and to sing. We must not only be wounded - for surely all of us are that, but be willing to suffer the terrifying healing with its stations of humiliation, shame, endurance and grief'
- Sark, Succulent Wild Woman, 1997.